Victorie Weasley

One would think that if I gave birth to seven children, I would have bunches of grandchildren. Not that I am complaining; twelve healthy grandchildren keep me on my toes enough as it is (just look at the number of knitted sweaters I make every year for Christmas!). Arthur and I have five grandsons and seven granddaughters. Ha, so much for that Weasley curse where only boys can be born into the family. Of course you could say that Ginny broke it first when I gave birth to her.

My firstborn, Bill, and his wife Fleur were the first to give me a grandbaby: Victorie. She was born on the second anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, and thus they named her Victorie, which means "victory" in French.

Being my firstborn, Bill will always hold a special place in my heart. In the same way, Victorie will also have a special place. She's my first grandchild, and the child of my firstborn. And when she was born, everyone spoiled her rotten.

In a good, old fashion, Weasley way, of course.

I wasn't surprised when Victorie grew up to see she inherited her mother's looks. A delicate face, silvery hair, and a slender frame. Which is totally fine, I guess. I like to think her personality, however, is sort of like her mother's but with a heavy dose of Weasley … which is what she is, I suppose.

As a young child she was such a fairy princess. As much as everyone loved Teddy, Victorie was the first real grandchild and niece. Everyone doted on her, picking her up, holding her, playing with her, etc. Even Teddy, who is only two years her senior, gave her the same kind of affection the rest of us did. In retrospect, I am not one bit surprised Teddy and Victorie got together.

But as she grew older and more grandchildren came along, she changed. She and Teddy were the forefront of the next generation of the family. They were the eldest, the seniors, and the ones who made the rules as kids always do (not that many of them listened). With being the first grandchild came the responsibility to the ones who followed. She set an example and established the standard.

With responsibility comes some authority, and authority in the Weasley family often comes with yelling. Lovely, caring, sweet yelling. I don't think any of us were as surprised as Bill and Fleur when Victorie first bellowed at James for putting worms in her shoes. Music to my ears.

You know, I think it's sort of a superpower. A Weasley superpower. We all look so nice and normal until you cross us and then we go into Howler mode.